Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Suriname and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ronnie Foster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Sparks,
Yellowson,
Pantytec,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
cv313,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.